This other conditioned response I've developed comes whenever anyone mentions the Doors or Jim Morrison. It, thankfully, doesn't happen that often. Not that I don't appreciate the Doors. Hell, I kinda like them. But I say thankfully because this particular conditioned response makes me smile every time, and I wanna keep it that way.
You see, there was this comedian I saw on TV way back around 1980 who did this bit about how Jim Morrison's life would have been a lot different if he had become some kind of clown-poet. And then the comedian, it may have been Bob Nelson, started in with Clown Jim's version of "The End".
The clown awoke before dawn,
he put his clown shoes on
He put on a clown face
from an ancient gallery
And he, he, HE FLOPPED ON DOWN THE HALL!
I don't know why, but that always made me laugh. It still does to this day. So whenever the Doors or Jim Morrison (or the end of Apocalypse Now) comes up, I wanna yell out "HE FLOPPED ON DOWN THE HALL!"
It's all I can do to keep it to myself when it's, ahem, not appropriate. Ya know?